Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Style Wars, artist - HiJack. Date of issue: 10.10.2016
Song language: English
Style Wars |
| Laugh when you say your style’s hardcore |
| Just another dance track record bore |
| Stand back to observe the scratches outrageous |
| Different punctuation is coarse and contagious |
| Auditorium packed release my attack |
| On stage you realise that you’re the wack |
| Cause then it’s kill or be killed, thrill or be thrilled |
| And if we don’t talk blood’s gonna be spilled |
| Don’t bump no junk rock a hardcore sound |
| I play it for my crowd and I say it loud |
| The shunned minority, the ones with no authority |
| Classification of Hijack is a commodity you lack |
| Then look at the top you see our name |
| Three black brothers that feel no shame to say yes |
| We broke up the ice to be precise |
| You better think twice or maybe think thrice |
| Before stepping onto my track you’ll get beat |
| Whipped by the crew that’s the talk of the street |
| So stand in the trance of my tune, it’s like a fantasy |
| Brothers keep searching for a similar melody |
| Powerful words are what stands alone |
| And when you hear my rhymes then you’ll see the soul of Hijack |
| The ace of the pack and much more |
| From here to the States and from shore to shore |
| Rock with Style Wars |
| Hit the wax but you got burned up |
| Undercover waited long while you played your best shot |
| He just grabbed the style of today |
| Supreme switch your track for your scratching phase |
| When I’m rocking the mic I don’t fight but I just write |
| Make you stop and just stare, the style’s there |
| Feeling my friction or force, cause you know it’s boss |
| If you want a battle let’s go, or get lost |
| Track finalised and complete and I feel sweet clauses |
| Designed under link with the def beat |
| Undercover’s rocking on the jam make you say dead |
| Making all the suckers just scram when the jam’s read |
| Blast opposition, attain top grades |
| Slaving away while you hide in the shade |
| Rhymes selling cause the deal is perfection |
| Telling you clearly I’ve copyright protection |
| Perception of QC, Supreme is renowned for production of cuts |
| Universally profound to unload |
| Our rights, surprise, and you despise |
| The rawness of our talents being fully energised |
| Suppressors will fall as a new art given birth |
| Rising like a phoenix to dominate Earth |
| Unleashed to make my vocal cords quiver, glimmer |
| And shimmer to the sounds I deliver |
| Lay down the law as a leader |
| Stampeding through all the suppressors with the force of a steamer |
| Manifest approval to the standards I reach |
| And then you emulate the vocal strategy that I preach |
| You’re the entrepreneur of the Hip Hop dancefloor |
| The one-off score with the wack rhyme bore |
| You know you can’t compete so you just stand and stammer |
| Crushing your ego I’m quite ferocious like a hammerhead shark |
| Closing in for the kill |
| Destructor of counterfeiting adversaries, they’re just ill |
| Time holds back Hijack’s posse |
| To see our name imprinted on the album that is glossy |
| South London shocks! |